‘Incredible,’ exclaimed Akbar.
‘How can I believe’, proclaims the emperor,
‘Am I delighted or afraid,
is it He who massaged my head!’
That was the day
when Tana, the masseur,
lost in meditation forgot to appear
and rushed to apologize to Akbar...
But in his absence someone
on his behalf has done the job.
‘Tana, how is it today your hand is so tender,
and I feel so good,’ wondered the emperor.
But just by a sheer chance when Akbar
looked at the bowl of oil
he chanced upon reflection of a very familiar face
sages and saints meditate eons to have that grace!
That was the charmer none other than Krishna,
the Lord of Tana, the masseur, lost in hearing
his flute in deep mediation, failed to turn up for the royal duty
giving a chance to the king for the divine vision!
(Based on a discourse of Sathya Sai Baba of Puttaparthi)